A month and two days ago, my car slammed into two others at a speed of 50 mph.
Among my great simple pleasures is opening a brand new calendar and filling its blank pages with plans for the coming year. I’ve also long enjoyed poring over maps; as a girl I’d pull out the family atlas and flop on the floor, conjuring images from place names: Sargasso Sea, Craters of the Moon, the Great Australian Bight.
Last year, I had mapped out my final push to membership in the Marathon Grand Slam Club: Australia in April 2017, Africa in July, and on to the North Pole in 2018. Next came studying the elevation profile for the Bunbury 3 Waters course, finding to my delight that the few “hills” matched the one just around the corner; then selecting the local races from Phoenix’s vast smorgasbord to ramp me back up to the full marathon distance in a scant four months’ time.
The best laid plans, as they say.
I’m sitting out on the porch now with broken ribs and a cracked sternum. The good news from my GP is that my level of physical fitness prevented worse injury* and is also helping me heal faster than average. The bad news: OMG NO running, NO anything that might jar or strain my ribcage, and above all if it starts to hurt, STOP! The Midnight Madness 5K doubleheader changed into a brisk, furious walk, and I dropped Aravaipa’s San Tan Scramble completely. I have an elliptical trainer in my kitchen, and my gym has bikes and other low-impact equipment that I can build up my endurance on. But I’m frankly going stir-crazy, and the only cure I know for that is a good run.
So yesterday morning I joined East Valley Runners group run. I walked five miles along the canal in my Hokas with occasional short running breaks, using a deliberately low impact gait that probably looked super dorky. And it didn’t hurt. It didn’t hurt later, either.
Bunbury is still in my sights – I’ve just had to lower them to finishing before the 6-hour cutoff. My overall pace on Saturday was 15:22, so I’m not there yet, but I will get there. My first marathon was the Dutchman, which I was poorly prepared for, and which I walked part of, and finished in 5:35. I’ll get there. And I’ll be blogging my progress here.
*I’ll also give a nod to the inventors of seatbelts, airbags, and safety glass; those who lobbied for automobile safety standards to be made law; and those who designed, engineered, and built my car to essentially give its “life” to protect mine.
I’m still raising money for the Amazing Girls Fund!
I would be really stoked if we could come up with $500 because that’s enough to see one girl through four years of high school! A donation of any amount through *this link* will get you a postcard from me at the Amazing Maasai Marathon in Kenya!
Oh yeah and while I’m at it
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